Rock & Roll of the Finest Vintage

Lyrics

ALL THESE PASSING FIELDS
(word and music by Sam Russell)

on my birthday we boarded train and smiled at start of ride
fleeing routine for first time only you and I
untangled headphones soundtrack view that shifts as we stare
all the passing fields holding cows in fresh farm air

and I held your hand in motion pulling forward we couldn’t ignore
and I felt myself letting go of all that had come before
the weight lifting away in layers that your presence painlessly peeled
and we were reborn in a moment torn from all of these passing fields

in your hometown we stood on green where a shot once started a war
I’d search your face for all you wouldn’t say, hoping words would soon out pour
I couldn’t explain what separates us from where we couldn’t go
I’d only say something vague for the answers we didn’t know

and on Christmas, your mother welcomed me as part of you and family
and after all the gifts were given out you just sat next to me silently
knowing that we were just pretending that what we had wasn’t already ending
and soon you would have to yield and surrender to all these passing fields

and I used to be the one saying it’s over
and I had nothing left to offer
and there you’d be in front of me crying
and I’d feel the emotion proper
when the doubt made me insecure
you were the one that always seemed sure
track would hold the turning wheels
that carry us through all these passing fields

when we first met, we lived so close and I’d leave as you’d start to sleep
you’d say wait, beg me to stay but I had a lonely room to meet
when you awake, you’ll graduate and start your first real job
I’d sit you down carefully and say remember we’re just having fun

and yet we breathed in ceremony and saw our future in rising shapes
and you laid by me on my birthday, from our bodies we rose and escaped
tapping into a higher power that together as one we could wield
and be the light that flows and to one source goes through all these passing fields